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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Saturday morning, the Weasleys and their significant others were all occupied with wedding preparations. The tent had been set up in the backyard, complete with a dance floor and tables for the guests. The skies were cooperating that morning, and so seating for the ceremony was placed outside the tent in front of a rather large and very old Pedunculate Oak tree. Ginny and Angelina had decorated the broad trunk of the tree with purple orchids and white satin ribbon.

Harry had seen to Ron that morning and found that he had showered and dressed early. He presently paced the sitting room, having become the bundle of nerves Hermione had described the day before.

Guests weren’t expected to arrive for another forty-five minutes and the Weasley home was unnaturally quiet. Harry stood pensively peering out the window at the kitchen sink, pouring hot water for tea. Draco walked up behind him.

“Eerily still, considering a wedding is going to take place in less than an hour,” he said, looking at his wristwatch. Draco held it up to his ear to make sure it was still ticking.

Harry turned around and chuckled. “You know they make digital ones now.”

“I like this one,” Draco said. “It reminds me of my grandfather.” He glanced down at Harry’s tie. “Need help?”

“Ugh, I’ve been trying to tie it for twenty minutes.”

“Let me,” Draco smirked.

Harry watched as Draco concentrated on the task.

“Draco?”

He deftly tied the small bow tie and smoothed out Harry’s collar.

“Got it,” Draco smiled proudly. He looked up to Harry’s face. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ve been tying these things for years,” Draco told him. “My parents often held formal affairs.”

Harry laughed softly. “No, I meant, thank you for this weekend. You’ve been great.” He lifted Draco’s chin and gave him a kiss. Not quite satisfied, Harry kissed him again, more deeply. Draco’s hands wound automatically around Harry’s waist, while Harry’s ran across Draco’s shoulders and up into his hair.

The sound of a throat clearing broke them apart with a jump.

“Seems like I keep catching you kissing in the kitchen, Harry,” George grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Like my alliteration?”

He picked up Harry’s tea and took a sip.

“Thanks for the tea,” George said, then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry to roll his eyes.

“I’m going to find my seat,” Draco said.

“Already? You’ll be sitting alone a while.”

“I’d rather be seated when the other guest start arriving. I don’t want to attract any more attention to myself than is necessary.” He began to walk out the back door, then turned around and smiled. “You look very handsome, by the way,” he said and closed the door behind himself.

“He’s right, you know,” Ginny grinned, standing in the other doorway.

“Gin, you look beautiful,” Harry told her.

“Thank you,” she responded shyly. “Can you believe they’re getting married?”

“No,” Harry laughed. “It took them so long to get together, I thought they’d be dating for years before Ron ever got the nerve to ask.”

“He’s grown. Gotten more confident,” Ginny praised her brother.

Voices coming from the sitting room attracted their attention. A man Harry had never seen before entered the room.

“Morning, love,” he said to Ginny. He was quite tall with curly, sandy colored hair and large brown eyes. His eyes widened further as he recognized Harry.

“Are you who I think you are?” he asked.

Harry extended his hand. “I’m Harry.”

“Clive,” the man said as he shook Harry’s hand firmly. “Ginny told me you might show up. Very pleased to meet you. I’ve read quite a bit about you in the Prophet.”

“Well, don’t believe everything you read. Rita Skeeter hasn’t actually interviewed me for most of her stories.”

Clive laughed. “Never does, does she? Anyway, I play Quidditch for the Pride of Portree. If you ever want tickets, let me know.”

“You play for the Prides? I’m a big fan. Thanks,” Harry smiled.

“A-hem!” Ginny got Clive’s attention.

“Sorry, love.” He kissed her cheek. “You look absolutely stunning. I’m afraid the poor bride won’t be able to hold a candle to you.”

“Thank you,” she curtsied. “Now you’d better go out back and get a chair. You can sit with my parents. I’ve seen several guests arrive already.

“Are Hermione’s parents here yet?” Harry asked. “I haven’t seen them since before the . . . you know.”

Ginny put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s still difficult for you to talk about, isn’t it?”

Harry gave a half smile. “I’m fine.”

“Hermione’s mum is outside with my parents. Her dad is upstairs waiting to bring her down,” Ginny told him. “Ron!” she called into the other room. “It’s time for you to go out so Hermione can come down.”

Ron appeared in the doorway, pale and dazed. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Of course you can,” Harry assured him. “I’ll help you. Let’s go.” He hooked an arm around Ron’s and the two of them left, followed by Clive.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“Draco Malfoy?” A dreamy voice interrupted Draco’s thoughts as he sat in a chair in the corner of the very back row. He looked up to see a mass of long blonde curls almost as light as his own.

“Luna Lovegood. You look exactly the same as I remember.”

“Thank you,” she beamed. “Pardon me for asking, but what are you doing here?”

“Same as you, I suppose,” he answered. “Except that I’m a guest of someone invited.”

“Oh.” She sat down right next to him. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, he didn’t mind sitting next to someone familiar. But on the other hand, she carried on the strangest conversations. He didn’t know what she was talking about half the time.

“This is Rolf.” Luna leaned back and Rolf leaned forward.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

“This is Draco. Is it all right to call you Draco?”

Draco thought it an odd question. “It is my name.”

The three sat silently while guests filed in and took their seats around them. Several familiar faces stared or did double takes.

“I notice you didn’t save a chair,” Luna observed. “Whose guest are you?”

Ron and Harry took their places in front of the decorated tree, along with the wedding officiant.

“His,” Draco pointed.

Obviously realizing that Ron wouldn’t have brought a guest to his own wedding, Luna sucked in a small gasp.

“You don’t mean to tell me, you’re here with Harry Potter, do you?”

A part of Draco still liked to shock people and he grinned.

“That’s exactly what I mean to tell you.”

Luna sat up a bit straighter in her chair. “This may turn out to be an interesting party after all.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

After the ceremony, guests gathered under the tent among more purple flowers and candles. Ron and Hermione sat at a head table with rest of the Weasley siblings and their partners, while Harry raised a glass of champagne to toast the couple. After his short but heartfelt speech, the crowd also raised their glasses and cheered as well. Draco raised his glass, along with everyone else at his table, and drank it in one gulp. Again, he chose a place in the back, as far from the action as possible. Luna and Rolf had joined him. Apparently, she wasn’t the type to hold grudges. Either that, or she wanted a front row seat to any fireworks that might go off because of Draco’s presence. Two older couples, relatives of Hermione, also sat there.

Having completed his duties as best man, Harry walked to Draco’s table and sat down next to him.

“You know, you should probably be sitting with the Weasleys,” Draco told him. “I’ve been to enough affairs with my parents to know that the wedding party usually sits together.”

“Well, I’m choosing to sit with you,” Harry said. “Luna, it’s lovely to see you. How have you been?”

“Very well, thank you,” she answered. “This is Rolf. Rolf this is---”

“No need to introduce him, dear. Pleased to meet you Harry Potter.”

“Just Harry. Nice to meet you as well.” Harry shook his hand.

The other couples introduced themselves and the eight of them made small talk as they ate lamb and scalloped potatoes. Harry noticed people turning around and looking at him and Draco, making them both uncomfortable.

Draco put his fork down. “I knew this was a bad idea. I’m going back into the house. Come and get me when you’re ready to leave.” He started to stand up.

Harry put his hand on Draco’s arm. “Please don’t. I don’t want to be here by myself. I want you here with me.”

Looking out at the party guests, then down at Harry, Draco slowly sank back into his chair.

“We knew this would be difficult, Draco,” Harry said quietly. “If we want to get back into the wizarding world, we were going to have to face this sooner or later.”

“Easy for you to say. These are all your friends.”

“Friends who haven’t even come over to say hello to me,” Harry pointed out.

Music began playing, and Ron led Hermione to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. Most of the attendants directed their attention to them. However, Neville Longbottom approached Harry’s table. Harry attempted to greet him.

Neville beat him to it. “Did you really bring him here?” He pointed squarely at Draco.

“Hello Neville. Nice to see you too,” Harry snickered.

Neville blinked, not sure how to respond.

Luna smiled. “How are you Neville?”

“Uh . . . I’m good Luna,” he answered slowly. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’m having a wonderful time. I can’t wait to dance.”

Draco, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, stood and held his hand out.

“Longbottom.”

Several former Hogwarts classmates, who had been watching, stood at their tables. A few began to make their way towards Harry’s table, drawing wands.

“Oh, Shite,” Ron muttered. He and Hermione stopped dancing and watched along with everyone else. “I knew he was going to cause trouble.”

Hermione restrained him. “Don’t, Ron. Stay out of it, please. This is Harry’s fight.”

Neville initially jumped back out of reflex. When he saw there was no wand in Draco’s hand, he looked at him, puzzled.

“Surely, even you know it’s good etiquette to shake a hand offered,” Draco said. He held out his hand a few moments longer, and was about to retract it, when Neville took hold.

“Malfoy,” he said tentatively.

Those around them relaxed, just a bit, but the entire tent was now focused on the action at the very back table. Draco sat down after the brief handshake. Neville’s expression was still one of confusion and bewilderment. Never had Draco addressed him without some sort of derogatory remark.

“Neville,” Harry drew Neville’s attention as he stood up. “I don’t want to have to defend my actions or repeat myself all night.” He sighed, “So I’ll just say this now, seeing as you’re all eavesdropping anyway.” Harry paused and glanced around before focusing on Neville once again. “Yes, I brought Draco here. Yes, we’re together. We’re different people than we were at Hogwarts, he and I. So much has happened to me, I can’t even begin to explain. But I’m happy now. With Draco. You can all hate me if you want, but I’m not giving him up. I love him. And I don’t really care what anyone else thinks.”

Draco sat, gazing up at Harry as he spoke. The right corner of his mouth drawn up in that quirky manner he had only for Harry. He had not only defended Draco, but he declared his love in front of anybody that ever mattered to Harry. Draco’s heart swelled and threatened to burst. In that moment, Draco forgot himself, stood and grabbed onto either side of Harry’s face. Before Harry could react, Draco kissed him full on the lips.

Luna grinned and began clapping. “Yay,” she said. “I love happy endings.”

Some of the guests joined her. And a few of the older wizards, that weren’t so privy to the former relationship between Draco and many of the students at Hogwarts, cooed in response.

Ron frowned. “They’re supposed to be clapping when we kiss.”

Harry caught his breath when Draco finally released him. “I guess we’re officially out, now,” he said softly.

“Harry,” Neville interrupted, a look of hurt on his face. “We could never hate you. Never. You sacrificed everything for us. You’re our hero.”

“I don’t want to be anyone’s hero.”

“Then how about our friend? We’ll always be your friends, Harry.” Neville glanced at Draco. “Even if you do things we don’t understand. Or agree with.” There were a thousand and one things from their past to which Neville could have been referring.

“Thanks, Neville.”

Luna nudged Rolf. “See, I told you these were going to be the best seats in the house.”

Arthur Weasley waved for the music to continue, and eventually, focus was soon centered back on Ron and Hermione. Gradually, Harry’s friends approached to greet him. Some cautiously acknowledged Draco. Others blatantly ignored him. Harry was grateful there were no more confrontations, though he and Draco were still receiving glares and stares.

After some time, Draco left Harry’s side and ventured out on his own. He stopped to talk to the lone figure sitting at the Weasley table.

“May I sit down?” Draco asked.

Percy shrugged and glowered at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Draco sat down at the table leaving a chair between them.

Percy threw back a shot of firewhiskey and set the glass down with two other empty ones. “What do you want?”

Draco licked his lips before speaking. “To apologize.”

“Apologize?” Percy laughed humorlessly. “I thought Malfoys didn’t apologize for anything.”

“I’m not much of a Malfoy these days.”

Turning in his chair to face Draco, Percy propped his elbow on the table. “Okay, let’s have it then.”

Draco lowered his head a bit. “What I did to you was wrong.” He swallowed loudly trying to moisten his dry throat. “I didn’t realize at the time how much trouble I could have gotten you in.”

Percy huffed.

“I was caught up in the Inquisitorial Squad. My father was proud of me. Umbridge praised me. I was on top for a change. At least, at the time, I thought so. Then the rumors started.”

He waited to see if Percy would say anything. He didn’t, so Draco continued.

“I’m not even sure why. I suspect Pansy said something to one of her gossiping girlfriends.”

“Why would Parkinson start a rumor about you? Everyone knew she was after you,” Percy said snidely.

“Well, she’d had me. A couple of times. Things didn’t . . . click. If you know what I mean. We chalked it up to inexperience, but it was bloody awful. That fifth year, when I was feeling rather accomplished, I tried with Pansy again--to prove to myself that I didn’t like boys. But I had no true interest in her, and it was worse than before. I don’t think she meant to spread around that she thought I was bent. It doesn’t matter anyway. I needed to get the heat off myself.”

“And the best way to do that was to put it on me.”

“It was a dare. A stupid dare. It was meant to be a joke. A little payback for they way you treated us when you were Head Boy. I didn’t think you’d go for it. I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I’m not!”

Draco sniggered. “Okay.” Clearly, he wasn’t buying it. “Whatever.”

“I was . . . confused is all,” Percy said. “And you hit on me, remember. It wasn’t as if I came after you.”

“You sure seemed to enjoy it.”

“As did you.”

“Yes, but I’m gay,” Draco pointed out. Percy looked away. “I’m sorry for humiliating you in front of my whole House. If we had gone any further . . .”

“It wouldn’t have gone any further,” Percy snapped. “As it was, I could have lost everything I worked for if Umbridge had caught me going down on a fifteen year old boy. If I hadn’t Obliviated practically all of Slytherin, one of them would have told. I could have lost my job because of you. Or worse.”

“All I can do is apologize. I’m sorry.” Draco frowned. “I always wondered why no one told. And why the rumors about me didn’t spread to the other Houses that year. I thought you threatened them. But you Obliviated everyone? Why didn’t you do it to me as well?”

Percy opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“Did you think I would come to you again? Perhaps with more honourable intentions?”

Percy closed his eyes, but remained quiet.

“I truly am sorry.” Draco stood, having said what he needed to say. He was doling out apologies like candy that day. “Deep down, your family already knows. Maybe they’re ready to hear it from you. Don’t torture yourself, Percy. If Harry fucking Potter can come out, what have the rest of us to be afraid of?”

“Does Harry know what happened?”

“No. This one’s not mine to tell.”

Draco left Percy alone at his table, exactly as he found him--shot glass in hand, appearing lonely and outcast. Much the same way Draco had felt during his youth.

With every acknowledgment, every apology, every humbling action Draco performed that day, weight was lifted from his shoulders. It didn’t seem to matter if his apologies were accepted or not. Confession was indeed good for the soul. He’d always thought that was simply a phrase someone made up to get people to divulge their secrets. By the end of the wedding, though, Draco felt as though a great deal of his soul had been restored.
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